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maestro wooz
09-14-2006, 04:04 PM
taking a poetry this semester, thought id share some of my works with you fellas. Ive got some "rap" verses and some are straight up poetry. Im taking no suggestions and accepting constructive criticism that can improve upon perfection. Jk.

maestro wooz
09-14-2006, 04:09 PM
Roma, Roma, Roma,
Not the beginning of civilzation,
Nor the birthplace of life,
It's smell is not of Earth,
The raw, uncultivated essence of a place touched by the original man,
Rather, it is a city of amazin randeur,
Looming towers of archaic brown sandstone,
Structures who were built so simply they can do nothing but last,
The place where olive skinned men forged democracy out of nothing but past experiments,
From humble colonial beginnings to untouchable Imperical endings,
Rome was the standard,
The civilization by which all others were compared,
It stands as the smoothest marble of all time,
The glittering eminence, the refined intellect,
As well as the petty posturing of politicians,
All, testaments to what is possible
When the good of the country is truly placed above the good of the wealthy,
It's skeletons reach across the land,
From the exotic Spanish coasts,
Down the dry plains of Sicily,
Across Their Sea to the ancient land of Jerusalem
And back around to the majesty of England,
Perhaps Rome's finest student,
Places all touched by the ingenuity and resourcefullness of a people committed to just rule,
The ultimate assimilators
With a taste for the twist,
Roma, still people come to take in it's crumbling ruins,
Defying time, the ultimate test of persaverance,
Roma, such a magnificent legacy,
But what have you left us?

cofface killah69
09-14-2006, 04:12 PM
he only came to save the game like a memory card is a quote from a mf doom aka viktor vaughn song. i like your taste in music

cofface killah69
09-14-2006, 04:13 PM
yea definatly use that shit

maestro wooz
09-14-2006, 04:23 PM
turning this one in today

A good day?

As the burning globe sinks across the horizon,
I blow it out and reflect on the day,
You could say it was a good one,
If by good you of course meant monotonous and painstaking as always,
The first hours spent drudging amongst the hilltop doldrums,
Fade into the indoor isolation intended to alleviate the irresponsible inconcistencies that plagued the first 19 years,
Usually in sharp contrast to the spirited and cloud floating evenings,
Did well on a spanish quiz,
But alas, the streak continues and no friendships made,
Flashed the pearly whites at a girl,
But my shaking hands and steadily plummetin assuredness stopped me from talking,
There's always more fish in the sea right?,
Eventually I'll have to stop dropping the rod,
You know, sometimes it hurts,
This thought of perpetually jogging in place,
I can't even tell if it's me or the ground below me that's going backwards,
Maybe every fresh revelation is just one more step towards insanity,
Feeling like I'm stuck in a deep and dark cave with no torch,
Down here every light sparkles and shines magnificently,
But they only serve to obscure the twists most of the time,
Like Pac, they got me trapped,
Armed with only a black lighter, a twenty sack, and a cell phone that stopped making outgoing calls years ago,
And none of them are a map,
And I'm not really sure they're even helping,
They're certainly not making any sense,
So is life,
There's a clanging, but suprisingly sweet, noise up ahead,
Might as well head for it, there's no going back now,
No more lost then yesterday,
I guess maybe it was a good day.

maestro wooz
09-14-2006, 04:27 PM
he only came to save the game like a memory card is a quote from a mf doom aka viktor vaughn song. i like your taste in music


Lil' Ruger
09-14-2006, 04:31 PM
i like that quote to MF doom's cool

09-15-2006, 07:55 PM
Sweet poetry Wooz! I write poetry everyday but I've only posted a few pieces I think. I'm working with this company in Seattle to one day publish a book! Maybe I can get your shit in there. Ghea

maestro wooz
09-21-2006, 09:19 PM
i actually scrapped that last one (for obvious reasons) and turned this in

Ricard strode into the massive chamber, eerily reminiscent of the last ones,
Somehow it lacked the flair and originality of its predecessors though.
Its path to the throne was more windy and much more formidable as well.

He took a step and began to walk forward.
As he did, his feet clinked against the ground with the steady rhythm of a grandfather clock,
But, one whose batteries were running out and the beating slowing down.

He tugged at the collar of his suit, the chafing was becoming unbearable.
Looking down, he glimpsed his own reflection,
His tall, dark, and unkempt hair standing in obvious contrast to his orange garments and blonde cufflinks.

The light changed, and his visage disappeared,
Replaced by the dark-blue pentagon shaped carpet that sprawled across the floor,
Obscuring the filth encrusted base.

He stopped and turned his eyes skyward, trying to discern the cause for the change in illumination.
Up there, all he could make out were a bakers dozen of red Victorian Era candle-lit chandeliers,
Hung from the sky by interwoven steel links crowned with thorns.

Turning to his right, he peered into the dark but not too far off distance, attempting to find the boundaries of this place.
His search was obscured by a glowing white haze that managed to diminish the darkness but gave off no light of its own.
If he looked hard enough, he could make out a wall with the words In Hoc Signo Vinces indignantly burning behind all the haze.

Retching his eyes forward, Ricard took in a deep breath and shuffled his feet before taking one slow step forward,
After several more cautious steps, he proceeded onward into the ominous unknown.
The beating resumed its rhythm once more.

Outside, his pale horse neighed incessantly, burdened by its rider’s methodical pace.

maestro wooz
09-22-2006, 12:10 AM

maestro wooz
09-23-2006, 07:13 PM

09-26-2006, 01:35 AM
Good shit Wooz. I appreciate the imagery and use of language. Your lines are generally pretty well worded. Keep it up.

maestro wooz
09-26-2006, 02:27 AM
wow, i didnt think id get any responses

thanks man, if youre down for some deciphering you can try to break down all the descriptions, its not all just random big words. Im hoping mine is chosen to be workshopped by the class tommorow : ) .

Lil' Ruger
09-26-2006, 02:30 AM
niceness wooz! keep it up hmmmmm i shud start doing poetry again did that before i started rapping.

maestro wooz
10-04-2006, 04:28 PM
YEP, well maybe 1 person in the class understood that last one. Obviously my g is too futuristic, notice the colors RED, WHITE, and BLUE. Every description is a methahor for something, i didnt think it was an unheard of concept and it would fall flat but, it did.

Im plannin on turning this in tommorow so any comments would be appreciated. It has to be syllabic and every line 10 syllables in this one.

The best place to hide things is in plain sight,
Out in the open, clear if your brains right.
Paint a picture and the frames a problem,
One misplaced word and they start mobbing em.
Speak complete sentences, change minds with text,
Some only hear pronouns, missing subjects.
The ripest verbs plucked, all optimally,
Dictionary browsed like word shopping spree.
Transcribe thoughts through a pen flowing black blood,
Message burning like a bush from above.
Rhymes a tool, lines formed with the deftest ease.
Language calm yet piercing, like a fall breeze.
Similar to Borgia in acumen,
Though no false images to decieve them.
Can't help it, some things just have to be said,
Maybe grazing sheep prefer to be led.

10-04-2006, 05:52 PM
Nice stuff Wooz. Another interesting read.
wow, i didnt think id get any responses
At first I thought I'd just comment on the MF Doom quote in you sig like everyone else did, just to be a smart arse, but then I decided against it. I'd rather read this stuff than the majority of "raps" in here. At least it's interesting.

10-04-2006, 06:10 PM
I like that last one Wooz!

maestro wooz
10-05-2006, 03:18 AM
^^oh what and not the other ones?

thanks, ill post the final version up tommorow

maestro wooz
10-05-2006, 05:05 PM
Aight this is what im turning in, i tussled over using "decieve" or "persuade", decieve fits in more with the borgia reference but it doesnt really fit into the context, i try not to decieve readers with imagery but to make them "see the light".

The best place to hide things is in plain sight,
Out in the open, clear if your brains right.
Paint a picture and the frames a problem,
One misplaced word and they start mobbing em.
Speak complete sentences, change minds with text,
Some only hear pronouns, missing subjects.
The ripest verbs plucked, all optimally,
Dictionary browsed like word shopping spree.
Transcribe thoughts through a pen flowing black blood,
Message burning like a bush from above.
Rhymes a tool, lines formed with the deftest ease.
Language calm yet piercing, like a fall breeze.
Make moves with a Borgia like acumen.
Real, not fake imagery to persuade them.
Maybe some things are better left unsaid,
And the grazing sheep just want to be led.

10-05-2006, 05:37 PM
sory homie ant filling it work on the flow a bit

maestro wooz
10-05-2006, 09:32 PM
haha i could out flow you and your dad if i wanted to

maestro wooz
10-19-2006, 05:32 PM
Run Off

Start it with a Funky Technician and a Runaway Slave branching into
Stunts, Blunts, and Hip Hop to see some Goodfellas and the
Return of The Funky Technician talking about the
Lifestylez ov da Poor and Dangerous that are showing off a
Word…Life to make you slip into a Heavy Mental during Black August wondering if the
View From Masada is a Great Migration just to show The Realness of
Quiet Weapons for Silent Wars during the War Report from an
Intelligent Hoodlum repping for Don Cartagena who’s Revolutionary But Gangster at
3 Feet High and Rising for the Heist of the Century that’s Strictly Business for a
Black Star running around Criminal Minded claiming “One Day It’ll All Make Sense” so
Long Live the Kane for the Infinite times he gave out Capital Punishment to
Rip the Jacker that happens to be Violent by Design but still blessed with
Visions of Ghandi as The Sun Rises in the East fearing the Wrath of the Math but if you Step Into the Arena for your Moment of Truth while we go out on the
Daily Operation part of the Cold Vein to see the Operation: Doomsday with a man of
Madvilliany screaming “Take Me to Your Leader” cause some shit happens to be
Forever and you only Enter the 36 Chambers with an Ironman who’s got seriously
Supreme Clientele and Bulletproof Wallets for that Tical given
No Said Date but just happened to be Made in Brooklyn at the same time as
The Lex Diamond Story tried to pull a Return to the 36 Chambers armed with a pair of
Liquid Swords, Words From the Genius, and expecting the Birth of a Prince to follow
The W like a Legend of the Liquid Sword and count to 4,5,6 because
The Return of the Boom Bap will Enta Da Stage with a
Nocturnal Mecca and The Soul Brother after Dah Shinin but not before
The Infamous enter Juvenile Hell if Mr. Hood is Only Built 4 Cuban Linx and
Black Bastards scream “Mm Food” beyond a Reasonable Doubt trying to get
Paid in Full with a Soul on Ice checking out the Low End Theory stuck in
Muddy Waterz and wondering “Whut? Thee” on a Long Hot Summer with many
Disposable Arts but still Sitting on Chrome in the SlaughtaHouse while the
Vaudeville Villain raises an Iron Flag on a Black Sunday in the Temple of Boom
As Bobby Digital in Stereo prays “I Wish My Brother George Was Here” to get some
Soul Food described as Illmatic at 6 Feet Deep for a Venomous Villain climbing up
Monkey Barz like some Atliens smelling crazy Stankonia while a Hell on Earth scribbles
“Do or Die?” on The Blueprint just like The Ruler’s Back to grow an
American Hunger from the Scars and Memories taken from
The Downfall of Ibyliss that spent 40 Dayz and 40 Nightz of the Chronic kicking it off
Doggystyle while It Takes a Nations of Millions to Hold Us Back so get
The Big Picture that Life After Death is just a Seven Day Theory To The 5 Boroughs of
Paul’s Boutique because The Listening of the Minstrel Show displays a
S.O.N.O.G.R.A.M of Mr. Excitement cracking up those with Third Eye Vision walking
Straight Outta Compton for a Lethal Injection to make Music to Driveby while
The Tipping Point of the M-Pire Strikez Back making the Last Stand of the
Stillmatic House of Pain for God’s Son moving with a Magnum Force to the
Detroit Deli for the Midnight Marauders Walking With a Panther telling me
Mama Said Knock You Out just like the Fear of a Black Planet shouting
“Do You Want More?” to make them Bacdafucup cause All We Got Iz us but not
Down by Law to enter the Thug Matrix of a Future Without a Past
Ready to Die When Disaster Strikes.

Bigot Hitman
10-19-2006, 05:37 PM
If its not supposed to rhyme, its pretty good.

10-19-2006, 05:46 PM
that's awesome man. it's wicked hard to do shit like that where you have to use names and stuff. what you should do though is either embolden or us all-caps for the album names you use. good work! great ending.

Kriszy Substance
10-19-2006, 07:29 PM

Excellent job...A+. I thought all of your writing was very good. I had no idea.

maestro wooz
10-20-2006, 03:53 PM
thanks guys, honestly this last one was kind of a lazy effort, i wasnt really feeling like writing and then i kinda put that together at the last minute. If i had some more time i would have tried to work some rhyme or alliteration in there but, deadlines. Maybe later.

maestro wooz
11-02-2006, 04:26 PM
You Can't Stop

I know the truth, and it aches like a tooth,
The sad scene I see in the booth,
Fake stories that take glories from rhymes poured outta baked fourties,
Hey shorty, you know where you came from?
Don’t believe what they say about the Son,
Not going down that path again,
Sometimes life’s dirty, give it a bath my friend,
Pour out a brew to get gore off of you,
The revolution is never through,
It just took the cue to fall back while their jaws flap about the ball sack out in the blue,
Someone send in the hounds,
Cause the sounds I hear should only be met with frowns out here,
Instead, sold shoulders are leanin and gold boulders are gleamin,
Our problems just get worse and there’s no solace from a verse,
Putting the kids in a hearse and giving putrid reason for the future heathen who’ll be even worse,
What they lack is a purpose to deserve all this,
Swarm of accolades, Sponsors of Gatorades,
A whole genre of sellouts they need to get the hell out,
You could be at the top of sales and still sound frail over rails,
John Hollinger judgments, homo thugs they’re all each others husbands,
Lines are weak, and the times are bleak for the rhymes they speak,
Bout to be a movement,
Clout is improving to be soothing for the next set of human,
Currently we losing currency while they’re basically fakely grooving,
And C still R-E-A Me, It’ll never stop,
The problem’s forever at the top,
And a message isn’t profound if it never makes a sound.

…And you don’t stop

maestro wooz
11-08-2006, 01:56 AM

Lil' Ruger
11-08-2006, 02:11 AM
woooooooz niiiiiiiiiccceeeee shhhhiiiiiiiiittttt maaaaaaaaannnnnnn i like teh run off 1.

maestro wooz
11-14-2006, 03:05 AM
i wrote alot of shit today but most of it sucks, i cant seem to make anything quality anymore, this is the best i got and i guess it's alright, but its not even what i wanted to write

Begin with Granada in 1492 and Ferdinand,
Then the drawings of the Son of Man,
Who really is running this world,
The island of Lesbo was training for a girl,

Cops moving in on us,
Gulf of Tonkin, they betrayed the people's trust,
Creation of a European Union,
Ajax, Mossadegh, and the UK US subterfuge reunion,

Declassifaction of Operation Norwoods,
Would of given them permission to bomb our hoods,
Decades later holes are punched in our towers,
Blame's placed on a former agent of ours,

Habeas Corpus suspended,
Early 16th century, Michalangelo took Cesare Borgia and pretended,
M.O seen in the anthrax attack,
Make a mislead uproar, months later backtrack,

Just like the burning of the Reichstag,
Place the blame then run with it till you get too bad,
Pearl Harbor, grandfathers left for the slaughter,
The History Channel stated we really knew what was coming across the water,

7/7 and the "power surge" during a training day,
J.C de Menezes and the execution type slay,
Watching the people from the one dollar bill,
Mt. Horeb, scorching temperatures, they burned the gold until...,

Only 15% of the brain used,
A de-evolution of the brain? Who's confused?,
Assimilation and everything becomes just another Roman religion,
In the end it all comes back down to the Sun.

Ordo ab chao, Qui bono?

The Nameless & Unnamable
11-15-2006, 08:59 PM
Proper Education Always Causes Enlightenment

maestro wooz
11-16-2006, 04:13 PM

haha, like 5 people in my class told me they were "deeply offended" by the "homo thugs" line from two works back i posted. Fucking herbs

Villain-like when screaming at the wall,
Waiting for the fall, But only-words only hurt.
Shoved back with nothing curt, Some cats fear a spray of the mind.
Have ‘em put down with a hard grind, And picked up with a smack.
Stay behind the back, cause real actions would come from the front.
Intentions are made to be blunt, So just let it roll like a Dutch.
Who cares who got touched, Erasing it all like 1491 Santiago.
T-r-i-e-d to go with the flow, surprise it led right off a waterfall.
Outside truly seen in incoming calls, G or C decided by the definition of crime.
Read what's actually on the line, Call a foul on the offense,
Red flag it cause sometimes the refs kinda dense. Docs left on the racks,
Talking 2 Tonkin or Ajax? Nobody knooows,
The relevant reality Norwoods shows. Expose the truth?,
Or just handle problems like Rae Carruth.

Ab chao

maestro wooz
12-01-2006, 11:14 PM

maestro wooz
01-24-2007, 02:49 AM
bump, if anyone wants to drop any feed

02-03-2007, 12:41 AM
Nice poems Wooz. Rather intriguing at times. You have a good poetical style. Well structured lines and fitting word choice. Keep doing your thing.

02-03-2007, 02:25 AM
Its Pretty Clean Man.. Like. I Could Tell How Every BODY Has Come In Into It.. Sick.. // Good Work

maestro wooz
02-04-2007, 01:04 AM
thanks, i ended up getting a b in this class, shoulda got an a though. I've pretty muched stopped writing poetry since then. The class started making me real upset and i just haven't had any urges to write since.

I'm writing essays this semester, i might just post them up in here.

maestro wooz
04-05-2007, 03:24 AM
id appreciate any comments,

Mo’Nique is a big, dumb, FAT idiot. Mo’Nique, “famous” from her work as Nikki on The Parkers, is a “plus sized” comedian known for railing against “skinny bitches” and against the perception that “big girls ain’t sexy”. Unfortunately, Mo’Nique speaks from the same type of ignorant mentality that has made the gun-toting moneymaking street hustler the prevalent image in hip-hop. Soon hopefully she’ll be able to ask Pac, Big, L, Proof AND Scott La Rock how that worked out.
While it’s hard to take anything serious out of a comics mouth these days, as most comedy has been reduced to bojangling to whatever important issues of society can be minimilized for the sake of outrageous comments, Mo’Nique's comments reflect the levels of irrationality and hypocrisy that health concerns in the US have denigrated to.
YES, we are all created in different shapes. YES, there are people that are born “big boned” and are naturally gonna be big. And YES, we should accept every shape of person, but to patronize being fat as being admirable misses the point. Being fat is not how it’s supposed to be.
For some it’s how they were born and they can’t do anything about it. For others though, it’s a sign of poor health and, generally, laziness. For the big boned people, there are ways to be healthy and live right within your big bonedness, that doesn’t include being fat. Just because you have shoulders like a linebacker doesn’t mean you can have thighs like an offensive lineman. The lazy fat people, well they have no real good justification for their body. There is no reason not to eat healthy, except that you are in fact, lazy. God forbid, but sometimes you might have to go 30 seconds out of your way, but that is the price to pay until we stop making fat slob the new normal.
The missteps on health and body images are not limited to a moron like Mo’Nique, it goes in the opposite direction also. Look around the next time you’re walking through the mall, you are guaranteed to notice handfuls of people who are legitimately “skinny bitches”.
There seems to be the perception that being rail thin is attractive. It is an interesting conclusion that people have come to reach, since almost all people who aren’t themselves ridiculously skinny can agree that being ridiculously skinny is not attractive, and in actuality is a fairly gross look. The “shoulder blade poking out” look is not going to be the next big trend.
People who are overly skinny are classified with some medical term that usually defines how they became so thin. These oft repeated terms don’t seem to cover the aspects of why these people choose to obsessively deprive themselves of proper nutrition. The answer is found on the cover of most tabloid magazines. Every single day there seems to be another story of a drug addicted bulimic teen star hitting rock bottom. The magazines our sisters and daughters read are flooded with a non-stop cycle of terrible role models and it seems that whenever one grows up and moves on, or burns out, there is another young starlet ready to step into the limelight with their emaciated body.
Why are THEY skinny? Mental problems. We all have our flaws, and a grown woman keeping her weight around 80lbs is just another one. The specifics can range, but no sane person who is truthfully happy with their life would treat their body in the manner these girls do. Perhaps Mo’Nique needs to take a look in the mirror and realize that her issues are just the other side of the same page. A doctor looking for a shared disease would see exactly the same symptoms. Both mentalities share an unhealthy approach to life that everyone else can see the truth about, both deny there is even a problem, and both claim that everyone else just doesn’t understand them. In short, total oblivia. Except someone like Mo’Nique, who chooses to advocate her lifestyle. It’s like Lindsay Lohan is going on T.V and telling teenaged girls to put down their forks and go throw up dinner right now, something that would more than likely be universally frowned upon.
Society in general takes entirely the wrong approach to health. Nowadays, every food conglomerate is racing to find the next way to be able to market their food as low fat. Lost in this “noble” search for health is the fact that these corporations are overwhelmingly to blame for the need for low fat products. It was the overload of grease and cheap meat in our McDonald’s hamburgers that made us fat. It was the drinks (soda) comparable to a 3 pixie stick and water cocktail that created the market for Pepsi One. Thank you for telling us how to lose weight after you made us fat. Hey big businesses!, we appreciate how genuine you have been throughout.
The actions of these powerhouse corporations are akin to the reactionary “solutions” that dominate society. Prison doesn’t rehabilitate its inhabitants, it locks them away and lets people forget about the problems in the world. Instead of teaching the people how to eat right and to exercise daily, people are taught, through catchy slogans and advertisements, to eat only a certain type of food product for a couple of weeks. Weight loss fads like the Atkins Diet or the South beach Diet feed into this mentality by offering a quick short term answer that will make everything seem all better. Really, is it possible, and wise, to live on these diets? A grown human being can sustain themselves with these lose weight fast schemes? Yet people will still turn to them as a cure all for their weight problems.
Just like no one gave a hoot about those angry Muslims until they slapped us in the face, no one cares about their body until their belts any longer fit. It’s not an issue until you can’t fit into your old jeans, then people are more then ready to spend fifteen dollars for a guide to getting in the fast lane to a healthy lifestyle. People will then have the audacity to wonder how they got so fat, probably blame their schedule which won’t allow time to hit the gym like they’d like. Ignored will be the small-oceans of soda and beer that over the years has been used to wash down extra cheddar Big Montanas and boxes upon boxes of Pop Tarts.
All in all, the situation is pretty messed up. Lots of people are blind to their own problems and will try to justify it with some outlandish reasoning. Others will it’s all peachy until eventually they realize the blob looking them back in the mirror is nobody but themselves.
Can you blame anyone though? They feed us greasy turd on a sesame bun and then sell the best way to get skinny. Celebrities in the spotlight will denounce “skinny bitches” and make it cool to be a slob while others throw up their dinners while 12-year-old girls are watching. Maybe we all just need 15 minutes of recess each day.

04-05-2007, 03:10 PM
yea yo..thats some good work right there man,keep at it

maestro wooz
04-05-2007, 11:15 PM
word thanks, i havent fucked with writing any lines in awhile.